Xie Chenglin's question made Yuan Jiangjun's expression change. After so many years in officialdom, there was no way he could miss such an obvious hint.
"I was the one who told Jiang Tao to bury that case!" Yuan Jiangjun said with a sigh.
"That's easy enough. Just let Jiang Tao take the blame himself." Xie Chenglin waved a dismissive hand, then asked, "Anything else?"
Yuan Jiangjun thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Nothing! I never discuss my business with him."
Xie Chenglin glanced at him and thought, You knew all along that your idiot son couldn't be trusted, didn't you?
"As for Yuan Hong, we can only take things one step at a time. Let me put it this way: no one who's fallen into Zhou Yi's hands has ever been fished out yet. You must know what happened to Zhao Xuanwen. He was released after his first two arrests, but he still couldn't escape the third..."
Xie Chenglin patted Yuan Jiangjun's arm, sorely tempted to offer his condolences. After all, Yuan Jiangjun still had a backup son at home. He could learn from his mistakes with the first one and make sure he didn't ruin this one too.
An idiot like Yuan Hong, if he didn't meet his end at Zhou Yi's hands today, would meet it at someone else's eventually.
Yuan Jiangjun left dejectedly. Although Xie Chenglin had told him to give up, how could a father stand by and watch his own son face a firing squad? He would do everything he could and leave the rest to fate. Even if there was only a sliver of hope, he would fight for it with all his strength.
In stark contrast to the mood in Song Yi's and Yuan Jiangjun's households, the family of the victim,